Broken Paged' Poet - Elaina A

Lyrics:
I've never been to a cafe in Italy,
Or looked at the stars in Chilé.
I've never skied on the slopes of Kitzbühel,
Or drawn a portrait of someone from my highschool...
Now it can be said I'm a fool,
Not playing life by the rules,
And I guess that's so....
Maybe you should know:
That I'm a broken paged' poet, waiting for my life to write itself down
I'm just a hopelessly romantic
Waiting for my love to come around
I guess it's so...
I see there's marking of ink in my notebook,
Strewn in red and purple pen.
I see there's blisters on my fingers
From hours of playing guitar in my hand.
Now you can say just go home,
Write your songs all alone
Just be yourself...
Don't be anyone else.
And just be a broken paged' poet,
Wait for your life to write itself down,
Just be young for a while,
And pick yourself up when you get down
And live your life how you'd like,
Go to Italy and look at the sky
Play your guitar and breathe through the lines, and in the end just be:
A broken paged poet.